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Hail! blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace,Blest above all that sprang from human race,Whose heaven-saluted womb brought forth in oneA blessed Savior and a blessed Son.O what a ravishment 't had been to seeThy little Savior perking on thy knee!To see Him nuzzle in thy virgin breast,His milk-white body all unclad, undressed;To see thy busy fingers clothe and wrapHis spraddling limbs in thy indulgent lap;To see His desperate eyes with childish graceSmiling upon His smiling mother's face;And when His forward strength began to bloomTo see Him diddle up and down the room.O who would think so sweet a Babe as thisShould ere be slain by a false-hearted kiss?Had I a rag, if sure Thy body wore it,Pardon, sweet Babe, I think I should adore it;Till then, O grant this boon, a boon far dearer:The weed not being, I may adore the Wearer.

Francis Quarles (1592-1644)

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